DISCLAIMER:
This story is utter and complete fiction. Places and institutions mentioned in the text exist in real life but the characters do not and any resemblance to anyone is simply coincidental. The author does not encourage nor condone the acts carried out by the characters in the story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'm simply overwhelmed with the generous responses I received for my first story (A Summer Feasting). To all those who took the time to send me feedbacks, thank you very much! Your words are my encouragement. The story below is actually an edited version of the very first story I wrote. Enjoy! (This work is copyrighted to the author, 2007).
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PART 1: "Hmm... I think I'll have a lifeguard next!"
It's a sultry Saturday afternoon and Nadia Warren lay panting on her bed. The white satin sheets, moist with sweat and other bodily secretions, clang to her naked body as she turned over to her side to look at the equally exhausted young hunk beside her.
"Oh Brandon! That was a fantastic fuck!" She cooed as she rested her chin on his heaving chest.
"You were awesome too Mrs. Warren... and it's Jason," the boy mumbled.
Nadia smiled like a schoolgirl as she entangled her slender fingers on Jason's thick, wiry pubes.
"You fucked me so hard I forgot your name," she quipped as she reached down and started fondling the young man's cock.
"That's alright... I guess," Jason answered back with a lusty grin.
Earlier that day, Nadia was having breakfast at the Country Club when she spotted Jason, a nineteen-year-old college jock who was working there as a waiter for the summer. He was tall, young and athletic, just how Nadia liked them. After some chitchat, she invited him for lunch over at her place and soon after that they were moaning and grunting in bed.
As Nadia continued caressing his hardening cock she started to feel lucky again. Jason has popped his load three times that afternoon: once in her mouth and twice inside her pussy. She knew the virility of young men like him and she knows how to exploit it to her favor. Unfortunately for her, luck was not at her side that day.
"Uhhmm... I kinda have to go back to the Country Club... my shift's about to start," Jason said as he tried his best not to give in to the pleasures of Nadia's fingers.
"So soon?" Nadia flirtatiously replied, tightening her grip around the youthful wet penis.
"Uhhmm... Yeah, it's a busy night," reasoned Jason as he lifted himself up from the bed and freed his now fully-erect pecker from Nadia's lustful grasp.
"Maybe we can have a go another time? I still have some days off before the end of the summer," he added as he picked up pieces of his clothing from the floor.
Nadia just smiled and gazed at him as he was putting his uniform back on. She watched intently as the late afternoon sun shone upon his young rippling muscles.
"Well, I hope it's sooner rather than later, lover... good luck hiding that wood," Nadia smirked. Jason smiled back and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth before going on his way.
Nadia stood up from the bed and put on her red silk robe. She crossed the cozy living room of her small but swanky La Jolla beach house and headed towards the view deck. The cool California ocean breeze gently swayed her golden hair as she gazed over the bay. She could feel Jason's sperm trailing out of her feminine depths down to her shapely legs as she swayed her body to the soft music coming from a beach party not so far away. She inhaled deeply her celebratory cigarette as she pondered her latest tryst.
For years, the forty-nine-year-old housewife has been playing the role of the doting little trophy wife to Rupert Warren, a real estate tycoon sixteen years her senior. She lived the same boring life over and over again until one day she realized that she only has a few years before she reaches the big five-O. In what her husband usually referred to as her "mid-life panic," Nadia began to spend more and more time at the gym and started to do things that she never even dreamed of doing a few years before: sky diving... bungee jumping... smoking pot... and, unknown to her husband, sleeping with young hot men. After years of monotonous sex with Rupert, she decided to have an upgrade, and a lustful forbidden one at that. And now that her husband is away for the duration of the summer, she's determined to get as much play as possible.
In the two weeks since she arrived in La Jolla, she has been already been fucked by her gym instructor, a Camp Pendleton recruit, a surfer hunk and most recently a hot waiter. She was amazed at how she was able to get these men to bed considering that fact that she was already old enough to be their mother. It was at that moment when Nadia gazed down on the lifeguard station at the beach.
"Hmm... I think I'll have a lifeguard next!" She said to herself. Then, she remembered that her twenty-one-year-old son Derrick was coming over for lifeguard training at the nearby Miramar College. Almost immediately, an impure thought began to sprout in her head. She didn't know if she's still horny from fucking Jason or if she's just really a changed woman. Nadia felt something that she never felt before about her son and it was a feeling that no mother should ever have. She has done some pretty wild stuff but this was just outside the realm of what she thought was permissible. She tried to dismiss it but the more she blocked it the more she wanted to entertain it. The fact that Derrick was coming over for a visit also made matters worse for Nadia's tormented mind. She took another whiff of her cigarette, raced towards the kitchen and took a swig of brandy for her nerves.
"Fuck! What am I thinking?!" Nadia berated herself, certain that it's going to be one hell of a long night.
PART 2: "Just a little nice-to-see-you-again present"
It has been almost a week since that fateful afternoon of Nadia's shameless thoughts. It was an unusually warm day and Nadia was wearing a pair of black tights and an equally tight tank top which exposed her fantastic petit body. Her breasts were soft but still quite firm like her ass while her beautiful tan is the envy of every woman at the gym. She's pacing around her dresser trying to pick out an outfit for another wild night out when her door bell rang. She went out of her room and walked across the dining room towards the front door. She opened it and there was her son Derrick standing in front of her.